Anxiety

I worry that you’ll leave me. I worry you won’t stay. I worry that I may somehow be in your way. It’s not your fault that I think this way. I worry about what’s next and the grade on my next upcoming test. I worry somehow someway I won’t be enough and this is a a thought that has never stopped.

I’ve tried restricting my food intake and running for miles but no matter how far I go I can’t get myself to smile. I pinch some skin here and pull some skin there but no matter how much I lose I can’t get those numbers there.

You say that you love me but i’ve been told that before as the person I thought loved me is walking out the door.

I may not be as thin as I’d like but I’ve realized that this is what God wants me to look like.

I worry constantly about what people think of me as I pick and choose those insecurities that stick out to me.

My trust has been erased, dwindled and flushed but I trusted in you as soon as I felt your touch. You know that these thoughts race through my head but never knew how bad until you just had them read.

I love you you say; but my brain tells me no way. He can’t because you're worth nothing and to feel that every time is truly frustrating.

My brain tells me I’m nothing and that’s so hard to bare when the person that loves you is always and forever there.